Page 24 of Drive Me Wild (Owl Creek #2)

I t takes all of my strength to remain standing as Caleb works his thick fingers over a spot I didn’t know existed until this moment.

Forget Merlin and his wand. This man has fingers that are sending sparklers of magic through my body.

My nerves are on high alert, waves of intensity growing and causing my legs and belly to contract in anticipation.

And then I feel it—the most gentle tickle of his tongue on my center, and I almost lose it. I don’t know if I’ll ever have a repeat of the squirting that I had before, but my body feels close to releasing already.

His nose is buried in my folds, and his tongue is caressing my bud, and everything is sparkly.

Lights are popping behind my eyes as my body runs up to the edge of a cliff.

Caleb inserts a finger and hooks it down toward my front, and it’s like he just flicked a switch.

Everything is going a hundred miles an hour in my body.

I can feel my blood pumping and my heart racing, and just when I think I won’t be able to stand here anymore, my insides release, and I collapse against the wall.

My fingers and toes are tingling, and I can’t keep my eyes open. I feel turned inside out. Every inch of me is singing as I lean against the wall.

Caleb picks me up and carries me to the bedroom, laying me down on his bed gently.

Then he crawls between my legs and buries his face in my crotch again.

Within moments, I’m climbing up that hill of pleasure again.

My thighs and belly are humming, my toes are curling, and my vag is screaming hallelujah.

He inserts a thick finger inside me again, and I instinctively start rocking into his hand, craving his body and the feel of him filling me.

Seconds pass, and I explode again in pleasure, only this time, it seems to relax my body. I feel myself opening more, the muscles and tendons of my thighs releasing as if this second orgasm primed me to receive him.

I’m spread wide open, and he climbs off the bed. That’s when I realize he’s still fully dressed. I watch as he pulls off his Henley to reveal his muscled body underneath. As he works at his pants, I watch the muscles of his arms and chest move, and my body eases even deeper into the bed.

I’m ready for him. So ready. I can’t imagine anyone else I’d want to be with. Caleb, the former town playboy, is IT for me. He’s my forever guy.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks as he approaches in his briefs.

He walks to the side table and pulls out some condoms, laying them aside.

Then he sits next to me, laying a hand on my still-covered breast, and begins to gently pinch my nipple.

I squirm under his touch, my body still sensitive after two orgasms. I see he’s touching himself, and my body responds with craving.

I want him to bury himself in me. I want to feel the rapture of his orgasm as deep as he can fill me.

“I’m thinking about you being inside me. About you coming inside me.”

He stands back up and pulls off his underwear. My mouth falls open at the sight of him naked.

Fully erect. Fully ready. Fully bigger than I remember when I saw him naked before.

Caleb kneels in between my legs, again rubbing himself.

“Do you want me to do that?” I tease.

“Not this time. I’m going to be gentle with you for a bit because this is going to be intense. I’m—”

“Big. Yeah. I can see that.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I want to feel you. All of you. Don’t hold back.”

“Zoe.” He growls as he reaches for the condom. He slips it on and then lays himself over me.

“This position should be fairly easy for you to handle at first.”

I nod my head and wait for him to slide himself inside. I feel the pressure of the head of his cock against my opening.

“Ready?”

I nod, and then it happens. I suck in a breath at the feel of him entering me, stretching me beyond anything I imagined.

My eyes water a little from the sensation, but he’s gentle with me and just rocks his hips a little until my muscles relax.

Then he presses deeper, and again, my body has to adjust, only this time it happens faster, and the release is coupled with a wave of pleasure as if my body is affirming what my heart is feeling.

Yes. Him. Now.

He rocks his hips a few more times, and there’s another release inside, only this time it’s slick, and he moans.

“Damn, you feel good, Zoe.”

He presses further in, and as if he’s pushed past the last barrier, suddenly, my body fully opens to him, and I ache with pleasure.

He starts pumping his hips now, long and slow, in and out. Every thrust is the best torture I’ve known. It’s as if he was made expressly for my body because my body is responding like he is medicine.

I match his movements as the pressure grows, and then he thrusts all the way, and again, my eyes water. But the pleasure is greater than the pain, so when he looks at me to check how I’m doing, I pull his mouth to mine for a kiss.

And that’s all it takes for him to unleash.

While his tongue is probing my mouth, his cock is pounding into me. Every cell is relishing his skin, taste, smell, and force. I feel waves of pleasure wash over and through me, like I’m having an orgasm with no end. There’s just Caleb and me and this feeling that we’re gods of pleasure.

He reaches down and grabs one of my legs and pushes it up against his chest, then grabs the other and does the same, allowing him to bury himself deeper inside me.

My mind is spaghetti, so I can’t form words to tell him how good he feels.

His groans and grunts are all I need to know he’s feeling at least half as much as me.

He grips the back of my thigh as he’s pumping into me, and then yells my name as he pinches my nipple again and releases as he’s buried to the hilt.

Caleb collapses on top of me. I love the feel of his sweaty, slippery skin on mine. After a few moments, he pulls out of me and tosses the condom in a wastebasket by the bed, then rolls to my side. He throws an arm around me lazily as we lock eyes.

I notice a faint scar on his left eyebrow and run a finger over it.

“From a fight back in high school.”

“Did you get in a lot of fights?”

“Only when they deserved it.”

“What did this guy do?”

“Well,” he pulled my hand up to his mouth and kissed my knuckle gently. “He called the girl I was messing around with a slut.”

“You defended her honor.”

“Yes, I did. He was pissed because he’d wanted to date her, but she turned him down. Classic loser-move to talk shit about her when he gets rejected.”

“Classic.”

“Zoe?”

“Yeah?”

He kisses my knuckles gently again.

“How do you feel?”

“Like, I know what heaven is like.”

He convulses with laughter.

“Come on.”

“I’m serious. That was amazing.”

“I’m not fishing for compliments. I’m wondering how you feel about everything. About your sex-kitten status. About us.”

“Oh. That.” I throw a heavy leg over him and try to pull him closer. “You are a true Jedi. I feel that I have learned what I needed to learn and am now a bona-fide sex kitten.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” I can feel the heat growing again in my nether regions. “It isn’t just that you showed me stuff. You let me wade my way through this. You didn’t make me feel weird when I squirted all over you.”

“No. That was awesome.”

“I’m serious, Caleb. It opened the door for me to let go. I didn’t worry what you were thinking. I didn’t worry if I was doing it right. I was enjoying myself and letting my body show me what to do.”

“And the other thing?”

“Us?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m ready to tell them. I’m ready for the whole world to know.”

“Me too. I know they were concerned I would hurt you, but Zoe, that’s not going to happen. I’m a different man now. Because of you.”

“How—how are you different because of me?”

“Do you remember the night of the concert? When we were talking right before you got the call that your mom had broken her leg?”

“Yeah?”

“And you told me you wanted more from life than just what you’re good at?”

“Yeah?”

“It did something to me. It cracked me open.” He presses a hand to his chest. “I was living my life going through the motions, doing only what I was good at. I wasn’t pursuing anything or trying to be something more than everyone expected me to be.

But when you said that, it’s like the lights turned on.

I suddenly saw my life for what it is. What I was. ”

“And?”

“I wasn’t the man I wanted to be. I was the man everyone expected.”

“So that’s why you’re doing the robotics club?”

“And why I gave up racing cars and partying. And why I stopped having sex with all those other women. And why I’m making my sculptures. My art.”

I feel my throat catch. I want to ask him more questions, but I’m afraid that even though he says he wants a relationship, he won’t really want it when he knows that I want the full-meal deal.

Kids. House. Dogs. Picnics and camping trips. And I want to do it all while I run my own business. While I take over Mabel’s bookstore.

But I realize that even though I am falling hard for Caleb and I want it to be with him, he’s given me such a gift that if he decides it’s not what he wants, I will be okay. Not right away, but someday. And if that day comes, I’ll be confident enough to find the man who does want what I want.

I suck in a breath and decide to brave it.

“Who is the man you want to be, Caleb?”

He runs a finger down my cheek, brushing a few strands of hair out of my face.

“I want what my parents have. Long-lasting love.”

My heart pounds against my sternum. “You want a family?”

“Only if they’re as smart as those robotics kids.” He grabs me and pulls me on top of him so I’m straddling him, and his thick hands are gripping my thighs. “Why? You want to make a baby with me? Because I think we’d have babies that were gorgeous and smart.”

I brace my hands on his muscled chest and look him in the eye. “I want a family, Caleb. I want to buy that bookstore and live in the giant house above it, and I want a barbeque in the backyard with a swing set. I’m not ready to make a baby yet, but that’s what I want.”

He pulls me down and kisses me, soft at first and then deep, wanting, desperate. Any thoughts bubbling in my mind disappear as I give myself over to him, and our bodies become one again.

And again.

And again.